How does God Find the Writers...

"HOW DOES GOD FIND THE WRITERS TO WRITE THE MUSIC TO REACH THE PEOPLE TO GET THE MESSAGE HE'S GOT A COMPUTER TO TALK TO THE BABIES SO NOW HE CAN ANSWER THEIR PRAYERS?"

The Perfect Pitch
Words / Music
DKonecky • DBluefield
Graphics • GReyna

Yes, you can sing that line. It was a very fruitful afternoon yesterday, and today there will be another. Plotnik wishes he could figure out how to convert a wave to an MP3 (he's done it before but damned if he can remember how to do it now) so he could post for you some of the progress made.

One thing is for certain: Plottie despises the recording process as much as he loves the creating process. In the old days, recording meant weeks in a smelly studio with everyone you love yelling at you for taking too much time. But there was never a way to take any less time. Every time you screwed up, you had to do it over.

These days, what you do is find a partner who loves recording studios and whose personal life has taken several turns that have made this project his only concern. Make sure he loves the electonics, the gizmos and the technology that you hate. Then, all you have to do is go over everything in advance, put your changes onto a Gmail document that is being edited simultaneously in real time by several people at once, in three different cities (everybody's new changes appear in a different color). Once you're done, your partner says thank you, heads for the studio in Denver or LA and does all the rest of the work. Christ, it doesn't get easier than that. Plotnik got done yesterday afternoon and didn't even smell bad.

Now, nowhere in this description did anyone hear Plotnik say all the problems with The Perfect Pitch are solved. They're not. But Plotnik and Davy Blue are working on it again, something Plotnik vowed once before he would never again do. Twice, maybe. Five times.

But the music always calls him back. He knows now how to simplify the story, but the way this collaboration works is Plotnik chips and chips and chips, like a sculptor cutting away granite, and when he's done chipping off ten pounds, two pounds are gone and his partner has put back eight. But two are gone.

Today, with luck, two more will go.

Music of the Hemispheres, Music to Last 1,000 Years, Earth Music.